July 25, 2013

  • Update on "Love, Dignity. ...."

    Yesterday, after tooling through the countryside of Iowa and Illinois, I ended up at the Baha'i House of Worship, in Wilmette, IL.  There, I prayed for several people, including myself, and several departed souls, including my Penny.  I felt alone, still, and carrying an aura of sadness, so most people I encountered in the temple just regarded me with suspicion or apprehension, but at least left me alone.

    After driving back through Chicago, getting on the tollways and driving over towards the southbound I-39, I picked up a sandwich at Hinckley, IL and drove onto the 39.  Then, amazing things started happening.  I felt a presence, touching my throat and caressing the back of my head.  After several minutes, I felt something even more amazing.  The emotional intensity I had been feeling towards a certain person, over the past ten days, was gone.  In its place was a warm feeling that, maybe all her pain and sorrow was about to be lifted as well.    I drove on, comforted, to Normal, IL.  Staying in a place named Normal has never felt so appropriate as now.  My road-based "vision quest" has largely come to a climax, with the House of Worship visit.  

    I hope, soon, to learn whether my dear friend's situation is getting any better.  At least, she doesn't have my silliness to worry about, on top of the pile of thorns already in her view.  I will continue to pray for her and her husband, that a beautiful relationship gets rehabilitated.  That's all anyone can ask.  If you see this, my friend, know that I am truly, deeply sorry for all the trouble I caused over this past several days.  I ask the God of us all to smile on you and your dear man.